Almost overnight, I was done; mentally, I felt drained. Running a business suddenly felt hard. The first time I saw through the excitement and thought, f**k.

On July 1st 2018, I had agreed to go to an event hosted by my distributor; when it comes down to ‘should’ versus ‘want’, the former always wins.

Being an ‘entrepreneur’ is a strange concept, creating a product from scratch that never existed before; I thought it was going to be easy.

Officially moving manufacturing out of my flat and into the trusted hands of someone else was both a risk and liberating - I felt like a new woman!

Admittedly, since my last market in 2020, following on from lockdown closures, I am torn between missing them and feeling relieved.

With no plan or looking back, from January 2016 I just did; said yes over no; the thrill of seeing other people try my product was the exact encouragement I needed to keep going.

Set up took place on Wednesday 25th November; doors opened to the public on Thursday morning. How we managed to pull it together - I will never know.

In October 2015 I gave myself an ultimatum. Take my brand public, or drop it; that same week I booked the BBC Winter Good Food Show in Birmingham in six weeks' time.

In 2019, I confessed to my therapist that my business was semi-born of an eating disorder and cried throughout the entire session.

In 2015 I tried almond butter for the first time and felt inspired to start making my own. Immediately I fell in love.

This book is less a reflection on 'how I made it' - this is my story of relentless hope, ending unknown.

Developing an eating disorder was inevitable. I have always cared about what people think and it thrived off my low self-esteem.